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@Darkstaind

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At the crack of dawn, just as the sun was about to peep between the mound of mountains in the east, a single soul was busy tending to his daisies. Another layer of plot and another batch of the lovely flowers were gingerly planted – orange daisies this time – it was her favorite color after all.

… Hannah.

The man smirked and his beady eyes glimmer with the sweet thoughts he's having. He closed his eyes, stands with his head looking up and spread eagled arms, feeling the heat of the early morning rise as it warms his skin defeating the wetness of the wet fog's reign.

A week had gone by and the sleeping demon lays restless, eager to get out of its cage. Hunger evident on his rambling and a thirst for blood compels him yet once more; as convincing as a malefic force in a tidal wave of gigantic proportion.

"It's time my friend, we need to feed and find our prey."

That little voice whispering and keeps nudging him slowly takes shape behind the mirror above the sink. A person glowing, with a pair of dark angel's wings, smiling at him with eyes ablaze with menace and acrimonious sweetness - a deadly concoction sipping in his spirit, filling it with a desire so stringent as a turbulent storm brewing on the horizon ahead.

"It's time!"

Exclaiming indifference, he finally agrees and mentally shakes the hand of the monster; embracing the challenge, knowing that it’s what he really wants or rather, what he really needs to quench the craving within him.

And with that, he and the demon become one and the same. No more reflection, no more conversation, no more confusion – fueled by the same advertence and malevolent intentions, his thoughts flee, sure of its direction. It went to the building next to his own and the vivid image of the reception desk and its occupant flashed on his conscious mind, Hilda...

Hilda, her long black hair shining like a queen's crown that beacons his attention…

The stale scent of used clothes and of puffed cigars did nothing to deter the arousal of that man and woman; their sweating body glistening, their sigh of pleasure echoes and the silence of the eve gawks as it reached its crescent and rippling orgasm blinded both beyond the darkness of the moonless night.

Only the man was far from sated. Inexplicable hunger eats him from deep within and a familiar itch started rising from his gut, traveling its way to his two gloved hands. And with blank stares, in a trance, his grip tightened; watching life getting drained from his prey, lights dimming from the windows of the soul within.

“There, there, there!”

Resistance met his efforts and he found it comforting and exhilarating even - seeing her squirm, trying to free herself, scratching his arm, grasping for her dear life - breathtakingly beautiful!

“Let go... Let go... Let go.”

His caressing voice mimics that of a father convincing his daughter that a root canal is a necessary evil.

And when all is calm and serene, a smile of satisfaction adorns his face. Elation filled his hollow core. Thinking, at last he found his needle in the haystack.

"Good girl."

So good, he felt so good. For the first time, he feels complete. This is what he's been looking for all his life. The sexual gratification of inflicting terror and the power height from the fear in her eyes gives him a sensation that is beyon...

She was stretched out on the bed stark naked. Her sight masked by a black scarf blindfold. Her hands tied to the bedposts.

He stared for a moment at the sight before him. Everything about her screamed of sex. Her smooth, waxed pussy gleamed with the fine sheen of her arousal already seeping out between her thighs. A goddess – she was his sex goddess.

He was positive she knew the potent effect she had on men — him most importantly —given the way that she lay on the bed with a slight arch to her back emphasizing the slenderness of her ribcage and the small circumference of her waist and perfectly showcasing her breasts to hungry eyes – his hungry eyes.

“Who’s there?” She sensed his presence.

He sat on the bed and traced the outlines of her lips. He wanted to kiss those lips and bite them.

“Please…” She begged. “Please let me go.” There was fear in her voice. His cock hardened at the way she sounded.

He was tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so that he could watch her quivering and see her eyes grow big as she begged him.

He stood up and proceeded to tie her ankles. She was pleading. In tears, she was in tears now. He loved it. He knew it was perverted. But he loved that she was pleading; that she was begging; that she was crying.

This is it. Ito na kasi ang araw ng pa-despedida ni Diego bego siya umalis papuntang Amerika. And I decided to go and attend kasi it would be very rude on my part if I don’t, considering that he invited me in the first place.

“Dad, can I ask you a favor?” sabi ko kay hubby after he took a shower.

When I returned to work on Monday everything went on normally in the office. Even Diego deals with his transactions with me professionally, as if nothing happened last weekend. Kaya medyo nakahinga ako nang maluwag dahil Diego kept that scandalous episode our secret.

And just like any other day, I did my job as an employee in the bank. After conducting my usual monthly meeting with my subordinates, Diego approached me after the others had left.

“Madame, may I have a talk with you privately?”

“Diego…er…Mr. Szeretto. Sure, sure. Please, let’s go to my office…”

When we reached my office, he politely opened the door as I entered.

“Please sit down, Mr. Szeretto”, I said, after sitting on my chair. “How can I help you?”

“Madame…Diego na lang po and…um…I’d like to inform you that I have filed my resignation today and this will take effect at the end of the month.”

“You’ve resigned? Why?”

“Well, my dad’s recently retired working as a banker in the States and he asked me to take his place there. I apologize madame kung ngayon ko lang po kayo na – inform due to the urgency of the matter. And since my dad and Mr. Cruz, our CEO, are very close friends, he informed him at once about his...

I am a 45-year-old career woman working as a bank executive. And I can fairly say na masaya ako sa kalagayan ko ngayon. I have a happy, healthy family with a loving husband and two strappy adolescent boys. Lucky for me, I am able to balance my time between family and career and I am thankful for it. And yet, somehow, there are episodes wherein I feel there’s something lacking…something wanting in my life as a woman, as an individual. And this feeling lingered in me for some time until that one night.

The event was a dinner party / contract signing for the newly established partners and clients in the bank. After the signing of the contract, the party went on until the wee hours of the morning.

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